A Day on the Dunes – Chap 5

Incest story: A Day on the Dunes – Chap 5

Author: APerv2

“To be honest with you Steven, I was about to stick my hand down the front of my shorts when that car pulled up.”

“You’re kidding… …Really?” My son asked with such enthusiasm in his voice. It was like finding out your best friend got a new bike for X-mass too.

“What? Do you think I‘m too old to still enjoy things like that?”

“Well, no… …I guess not… it’s just that….”

“Just what?”

“I guess I just never really thought you’d do stuff like that… …not really.”

“I thought you said I’ve gotten you hard before and that your friends have said stuff about me?”

“Well, I did… …They have said stuff… …You have made me hard… …I mean… …I mean that I didn’t think you… …played with yourself.” Steven was nervous, trying to stay on the path.

“Well… …I do.” I told him. Then I thought about it for a minute.

“I guess I have to… …I don’t have anyone to do it for me.” I told him. The sad truth settled us into a quiet, somber moment.

After a while, Steven eyed me for a second and then told me shyly, “I have a few times, I guess.” He confessed.

“That’s Ok Steve. Like I said, everybody does it at one time or another.” That seemed to put his mind at ease.

We remained quiet for a few more minutes. I wanted to ask him about his friends and what they had said about me. I wanted to ask him what he thought about what I’d said to him before we were interrupted; about me wanting to blow him.

When I thought about that… …my pussy got really warm again. I was amazed. Not only had I started to give my son a hand-job… …but I told him I wanted to blow him as well. And I actually had it in my mouth for a second too. My coochie twitched as I recalled what it felt like. I would have been sucking his dick right now had it not been for that car coming. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I thought about that.

I began to wonder if the moment had passed. Had the chance come and gone? I glanced at my son’s crotch. I couldn’t tell if he was still hard or not. I wondered if I would have the nerve to start that fire again. Would he be receptive if I did? He seemed like it, but I couldn’t be sure.

I knew what I had done was wrong. I just hoped that I hadn’t made a mistake that would change the way we acted or felt towards each other.

We pulled into the drive way and I turned off the truck.

“What do you say we unload the trailer tomorrow?” I suggested to my son. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable about what I’d done now.

“Yeah… …That’s fine Mom.”

We both sat in the truck and silently looked around for a few uneasy minutes.

“Steve… …Are you Ok?” I asked him.

I was concerned. I hoped he wasn’t feeling bad or uncomfortable for something that I had pushed him into.

“Yeah Mom. I’m good…”

He looked like he had more to say.

“Buuuut…” I encouraged him along and then braced myself.

“Well…” He moved around uneasy in his seat.

“What is it honey?”

I was waiting for my young son to tell me how wrong it was to do what I had done.

“I… ….I wish that car hadn’t come up on us is all.”

I sighed and smiled at my son. I have to admit, I was somewhat relieved to hear him say that.

“You liked what I was doing to you, huh?”

He looked shyly down into his lap and shook his head yes. I took a deep breath, rubbing my hands aimlessly on the steering wheel.

“Would you……like to go in the house now and I’ll……finish what I started?”

Steven jerked his head up like I’d thrown a cooler of ice water on him.

“Really!?!”

To say my son looked thrilled was to say that Orville and Wilber Wright had a good idea. …It didn’t quite cover it. . You’d think I just gave him a credit card and turned him loose in the Motor Cross store.

“You’d do that?” He asked me wide-eyed excited.

“Sure… …If you want me to.”

“I do Mom… …I do…but…”

“But what Steven?”

` He looked around again and then whispered to me as if someone might hear.

“Can we do it right here in the truck?”

I was shocked, shocked and excited by his request.

“You mean right here in the front seat…in front of our house?”

“Not exactly…” He told me.

I didn’t quite know where he was going with this.

“What do you mean Honey?”

“Can we do it like we were before?”

I was a little confused until Steven opened his door and stepped outside of the truck. He stood where he stood when we were parked at the sand dunes.

“You mean…”

My heart started beating a thousand times a second as I watched my son slowly begin to unbutton his pants. I had a hard time swallowing when he slide them down to his knees. Was this really happening? With the light of the open door, I could see his hard thick cock sticking straight out. It was my turn to look around now to see if anyone could see us.

Our nearest neighbors were pretty far away…Too far… to see what Steven and I were actually about to do. Our house was somewhat far off the road and there were trees and shrubs that lined the front of the property that would make it very hard for anybody to see what we were doing. But where the driveway met the road… …it was wide open. I supposed that someone would have to drive by awfully slow to even have a chance at seeing what we were doing.

But if someone were to pull up into the driveway… …there was a good chance they would be able to see what I was doing to my son before I could stop and he could pull up his pants. I have to admit, that was one of the things that turned me on when I was stroking Steven’s dick at the sand dunes. I guess it had turned him on as well.

I got out of the truck, walked around the front end and stopped next to Steven. My pussy was red hot as I looked at his hard dick just waiting there for me. I looked around nervously and then squatted down in front of Steven with a girlish smile on my face.

“I can’t believe this.” I said out loud as my hand reached for my son’s hard cock. We both moaned as my fingers closed around his dick. I slowly started to jerk my son off again.

“Keep a look out Baby.” I told him as I stroked his nice hard dick.

I felt my pussy aching again. It throbbed and pulsed as my hand worked Steven’s cock. It was crying for attention…Soon it would be screaming.

I reached up and started to fondle his balls. His dick felt so hard in my hand and it had been a long time since I’ve enjoyed that feeling. I guess all the little pricklies were gone. I could see the head of his dick becoming wet with his pre-cum as it shined in the dim cab light of the truck. It made me wonder…

“When you masturbate, do you cum a lot.” I asked unashamed.

“Mooom?”

“Sorry. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.” I told him with a naughty smile.

“Oh my god!” He mumbled as he stood guard.

I moved my finger to the tip of his dick and made small circles again through the tiny droplets of pre-cum that oozed out of the little slit as I stroked him. He was starting to move his hips a little bit now and I’d noticed he’d tightened his grip in the door handle.

“That feel good Sweetie?”

“Yeah Mom. Jeez, it feels great.”

I stroked his dick slowly trying to milk as much pre-cum out as I could. I couldn’t get over how thick his dick felt in my hand…how good. I loved how hot it felt and how much my son really wanted me to do this. I began to jerk it a little faster.

“Oh Mom… …God that feels so awesome.”

“Are you looking out Steven? Are you making sure we don’t get caught?” I cooed up to him.

I felt so dirty having to ask my son that. Here I was jerking him off in front of the house, asking him to watch out for people. It was an avenue I’d never explored before. It was so exciting.

“You’re so hard Honey.” I couldn’t help but tell him. I was getting so excited that I was beginning to tremble a little. I could feel it in my legs as I squatted in front of him by the open door. I was starting to lose control again.

I reached down and unsnapped my shorts.

“I’m going to play with myself Honey.” My breathing was heavy.

“I’m gunna make myself cum… …I was so close before….” I whispered as I took a quick peek towards the street and slipped my hand into my shorts.

“Girls cum too?” He asked almost stunned.

I felt him sway in a slow but urgent dance and push into my hand with a little more feeling now. His hips were moving back and forth as I jerked him off.

“You bet they can.” I told him uninhibited, sure that he was gunna see for himself in just a few minutes.

After a minute or so my son leaned down and whispered,

“You said you wanted to blow me Mom… …Do you still want to?”

His words made me shiver from head to toes. I couldn’t believe my ears. Hearing him say that to me brought me right up to the edge.

“Yes…” I moaned as my fingers strummed and pinched my swollen clit.

“Yes… …Oh my god… …yes… …I want to Baby. I want to blow you.” I told him as I leaned in closer to his dick. He was no longer my son. He was now a hard cock that I needed to suck. He was someone that was gunna give me his cum. No…He was someone I was gunna TAKE the cum I wanted from.

I closed my eyes, rubbed Steven’s hard cock all over my face as my orgasm leaped up and took hold of me with both hands. I couldn’t have cared less who drove up that driveway now. I rubbed the wet swollen head over my eyes, my cheeks, moaning, kissing and, breathing through my open mouth. My body quivered and shook as my fingers turned the key and opened the door to ecstasy.

I had to drop to my knees and hold tight to Steven’s cock to keep from falling over as I drove my fingers into my sopping pussy. Afraid to seal my trashing mouth around Steven’s cock, I nibbled at it roughly and drew an urgent but precise design over my lips, spreading the precious few drops of cum over my lips like a bitter/sweet lipstick.

I came in my shorts, hard.

I could hear Steven gasping but if he’d actually said anything to me…I couldn’t say for sure.

“Mmmmmmm Hummmm… Yessssss…Oh Christ Yes!!!” I moaned as best I could, Steven’s dick pressed firmly against my lips.

Steven, no doubt, now knew for sure that girls can cum. That…or he might have thought his mother was having an aneurism. I’m sure they both looked and felt the same.